tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20056539.post114093582430896180..comments2015-03-03T03:31:47.914-08:00Comments on Movin' Meat: Well, that's just not fairshadowfaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11648279307230813762noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20056539.post-1141724621349198812006-03-07T01:43:00.000-08:002006-03-07T01:43:00.000-08:00During my PICU rotation recently I helped take car...During my PICU rotation recently I helped take care of a young patient whose CT scan was similarly dramatic (perhaps not as bad, but obviously Not Right to the radiological layperson), but with no symptoms save headaches and N&V. She was scheduled for exploratory neurosurgery the next morning, but it was my last day on PICU, so I never heard the outcome. I finally pestered my supervising MD enough that he pulled the chart ... to find she'd been discharged home with no deficits. Don't know much further other than it was blood, not a tumor, not from abuse. Your case reminded me of mine that I thought I'd share, to say that one turned out okay for once, if nothing else.PDXEMThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10445340370989267199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20056539.post-1141057974764927932006-02-27T08:32:00.000-08:002006-02-27T08:32:00.000-08:00Beth has had a very powerful interaction in the la...Beth has had a very powerful interaction in the last few weeks. She has been taking care of a 16 year old with terminal metastatic bone sarcoma. He almost literally walked to Seattle from Guatemala, and came to the bone clinic when he was unable to work anymore. Since his treatment started it was clear that he was too far along in his disease to cure, but it was very important that he be able to see his father one more time. Another family who recently lost their child to cancer paid for the father to come to Seattle from his very remote village in Guatemala. Apparently the other villagers were concerned that he would get lost, or that the plane might not be able to make it all the way. When they were first reunited, the son kept reaching up to touch his father's face and asking "are you real?"<BR/>We are privileged to take part in some of the most dramatic and difficult moments in people's lives. Now I'm going to go pick up my son and spend the rest of the day playing with him.Carloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16500934361752604448noreply@blogger.com